Storm has passed, and seasick sailors
have rowed off a sea of nuances,

But these are other rooms, other
voices.

The misfit is the
ebony,

And that is the root of my agony.

I belong, on the outside, far
beyond the rising tide,

In such darkness, where there is
nothing left to hide.

If there ever was an apparition as
the light,

It shall know on which tide I lie.

Note: This poem may be taken in two ways. Firstly about alienation, if you belong in the light , it will flow through you, otherwise you are where you belong.Secondly it is about death, the somber door is the door of death and the narrator sees his reflection in the Styx. But he does not belong there as well. He is a sailor. He belongs to the waves, even if they are of the Styx .He just wants to be free, to have nothing to hide , whether in darkness or in light.

But then again it is a poem and it may have several interpretations, these are just the two I could think of.